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Start in a bra and panties. First person POV. I'm your tiny best friend on the table. Wehad lunch plans, so I came over to help you prepare lunch. You thank me for helpingbut it's not enough. You have a bloated belly, but you just aren't quite full. I came overto help, but there is a way I can do more. You say “Maybe I could eat you too,” in ajoking way. “Don't you want to volunteer to a good cause?” you say with a smile whilepatting your full belly. Lunch wasn't enough, you need something more. You look at memore seriously, and actually consider it. You ask me what I think, rubbing your full bellyand asking if I want to join its contents churning in your gut. “Wouldn't you like to churnin this gut?” I seem unsure and nervous about this. You try and convince me. You knowwe have been friends for a long time, and I had big plans for the future, but I would beso healthy and nutritious for you. “Tinies belong in bellies” you say with a smile. “Don'tyou want me to be full?” you say. I look nervous. You remember how this ends, and youget excited, and show me your *sshole. You bring it close, and wink it for me, telling methat I'll be s . It's a long, and agonizing process, but you've made up your mind. Pickme up, hold me above you. We were really good friends, but now I'm just lunch. Lowerme in slowly and eat me (open wide, tongue out, showing off the back of your throat asyou lower me in). Third person POV now. Big gulp! Trace my descent down, until youfeel me get stuck right at the entrance of your stomach. There's no room! You startgyrating your hips, trying to get me in (almost like a dance). You do this for a whilefeeling me start to slowly enter your very full stomach. Finally, I manage to squeeze in.You rub your tummy in satisfaction. You feel me squirm and struggle. Tell me I'm in fora slow and thorough digestion. Tinies belong in bellies. It's an agonizing fate, but that'sall they are good for. To be eaten, churned in your gut, and become s.That was justwhat you needed! Now you are stuffed. Your belly is happily working on digesting itscontents. After a l*ttle while, you feel me struggling and squirming. It seems that I don'twant to be lunch! Its too late now. I'm stuck in there with all of the other food, to bedigested. I was a good friend, but now I'm just food; part of your lunch now, and I needto accept that. I'm going to be in your belly for the next few hours digesting. I'm going tobe slowly and thoroughly digested, and turned to s. I really start squirming afterhearing that. Tinies belong in bellies. What a fate. I was going to graduate, get a goodjob, maybe even start a family. But now my destiny is to be your s. I deserve this fate.You feel me squirming around in there digesting, but your attention moves to somethingelse. You play with your p*ssy while I churn (fill out the rest of the time with this). Finishoff saying thanks again for lunch, and slap your *ss. Walk out of the room.

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